Sherlock's mother was walking around the kitchen with a bottle of vodka in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. Sherlock walked in and threw his black school bag on the floor, his mother instantly hid the bottle behind her back.
His father was in the next room with a bottle of whiskey watching the football and shouting abuse at the television. Sherlock closed the door and walked towards his mother.
He decided it best if he spoke in Russian so that his father wouldn't hear, "Have you been drinking mummy?"
She lowered her head in shame nodding slightly. She took the bottle from behind her back and placed it on the table, it was half empty.
"This was full when I left for school mummy, did you drink this by yourself or did daddy help you."
He was inches away from her face and could smell the alcohol on her breath as she spoke in fluent Russian, "Sherlock, baby, I'm sorry."
"I knew it, why the fuck do you get drunk every night? I think daddy has it covered considering he hasn't been sober in two years." His Russian wasn't as flawless as his mothers meaning he had to speak a little English in between sentences so it wasn't a surprise when they heard they television turn off and his father get out of his chair.
"What's all the shouting about" his father said barely able to stand.
"It doesn't concern you father" Sherlock said as he started for the door.
"Now that's no way to speak to your father now is it boy" He began to raise his voice and stood so that Sherlock couldn't get out the door.
"No it wasn't, I'm sorry, please forgive me?" Sherlock asked as he looked up to his father.
"Never" His father shouted as he smashed the empty bottle of whiskey in his hand over Sherlock's head.
Sherlock fell to his knees and his father continued to hit and kick him. His mother stood in the corner gripping to the table slowly curling up into a ball, this wasn't the first time she had seen her son beaten to a pulp but his father but it certainly was the most severe beating he had got.
Giving the boy one last kick in the ribs, Sherlock's father walked back into the front room to continue watching the match.
His mother crawled over to Sherlock, who was now lying on the floor, covered in blood. She stroked his bloody hair away from his eyes.
"I'm sorry mummy, I'm so so sorry" He began to cry so she cradled her son in her lap and sang a lullaby she hadn't sung since he was a little baby.